Chapter 63: The bridge.

Groggy and disoriented, Gareth woke slowly with a dull aching pain in his shoulders. His mouth was dry, and his head pounded. The wind hitting him was cold and sharp with the scent of winter snow and lake water. Before he opened his eyes, he tried to move. Something was restricting his ankles and his wrists. Wearing only his undershirt and boxer shorts, he wiggled and heard a giggle. His eyes popped open and then widened.

He was so screwed right ...